If my teeth were strong enough,
I would eat concrete.
My mouth is full of bloody solipsism
Jesus told a fig tree to die
out of pure spite.
And our hymns sing of compassion
and faith
as if they were one.
But we pray to ourselves.
We crack our teeth on concrete.
I would eat concrete.
My mouth is full of bloody solipsism
Jesus told a fig tree to die
out of pure spite.
And our hymns sing of compassion
and faith
as if they were one.
But we pray to ourselves.
We crack our teeth on concrete.
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.